"I bet it'd be a lot more fine if you sat down." Sam just gave him a warning look. Sure, she knew he'd be fine once he healed, but that didn't mean he had to push himself constantly. (Except, of course, in Steve's mind, it absolutely did.) She firmly wrapped fingers around his bicep and tried to tug him back to the bed that was next to the fireplace. She would have been able to physically drag anyone else, but Steve matched her strength - although she could still pick him up if she really wanted to.

"C'mon, we need to at least get warm first," she coaxed him. "The food'll still be waiting when we can feel our fingers again."